Chapter 43 Don't Think About Leaving Me
Brooklyn was on the verge of a rebuttal when Sebastian cut her off. His eyes were aflame with fury as he brandished a golden room key. "Explain this," he demanded.
Brooklyn's mind raced. 'A room key? Could Kelly have slipped it into my bag?' She remembered her bag falling to the ground during her earlier struggle, the key spilling out.
With a swift, harsh movement, Sebastian tossed the key onto the ground. It bounced a few times before coming to a rest. "The room is already booked. How desperate are you?" he spat out.
Sebastian's anger surged as he grabbed her already torn dress, yanking it forcefully. The thin veil that had been modestly covering her curves was ripped away.
"Show me your desperation!" he commanded.
Her clothing, now in tatters, provided little cover. Sebastian pushed her down, her back colliding with the cobblestones. The sharp pain that followed felt as though her bones had shattered.
"Sebastian, don't..." she began, intending to plead, "Not here, not now."
"Don't stoop to such low theatrics," he retorted, his eyes predatory as they bore into hers. The recent events replayed in his mind, causing veins to bulge on his forehead. 'Such a frivolous woman! What is it that you truly want?'
"Sebastian, release me," Brooklyn pleaded, struggling against his grip. But his anger was fiercer than she had anticipated, his strength overwhelming. "Since you're so eager for men, I'll oblige," he sneered.
The rough gravel beneath her contorted her face in pain, her hands clenching and unclenching. As Sebastian pressed down on her, the pain in her back intensified, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Sweat trickled down her face as she used her remaining strength to push against his chest. The scent of flowers hung in the night air, while Sebastian's black coat shielded their entwined bodies. To avoid crushing her completely, he propped himself up on one hand, the gravel biting into his palm.
"Choosing other men over your own husband. Do you even remember who you are, Brooklyn?" His voice was laced with anger. He searched her eyes for remorse, but found none. She stubbornly averted her gaze.
A profound sadness washed over Brooklyn, her heart aching as if it were bleeding. The emotional pain was even more intense than the physical discomfort. 'He thinks I'm with other men? Is this how he's always seen me? He's the one constantly surrounded by other women, leaving me alone and betrayed. And now he accuses me of infidelity.'
She had reached her limit. "If you're so certain of the woman I am, why not leave me? You have plenty of loyal young girls at your disposal. Why bother with a frivolous woman like me?" Her voice was laced with bitter sarcasm, a mask for her inner turmoil.
Sebastian's response was a derisive sneer. "Don't delude yourself. You can never leave me. I'll make sure any man you get close to pays dearly."
Brooklyn's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Sebastian. "What are you planning?"
His laughter was cold and chilling. 'She's worried about the man who harassed her.' The thought spurred him on. He planned to make an example of Davon, to maim him in front of her. "Worried about him? This is just the beginning."
His laughter echoed eerily in the night, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. "Soon, you'll understand the consequences of betraying me."
With a final, icy statement, he stood, his black coat billowing around him. Brooklyn was left exposed to the cool night breeze before she could react.
"Stand up," he commanded, his brows furrowed in anger.
Brooklyn's own anger flared. "I can't. It hurts too much."
And it did. Her knees, her back, every part of her was in agony. The pain was unbearable.
However, it didn’t hurt as much as the shattering of her heart.
Brooklyn had not anticipated Sebastian's action, the way he reached out to clasp her hand with such tenderness. As his robust grip enveloped her own, she felt akin to a drowning child who had just discovered a lifeline.
It seemed as though the stars above were glowing with an intensified brilliance.
However, this was merely an illusion.
After hoisting her to her feet, Sebastian released her hand, his face contorted with revulsion. His gaze fell upon her tattered attire, and a surge of anger welled up within him.
"You've allowed yourself to be reduced to this state. Do you still harbor intentions of seducing other men?"
Sebastian's harsh words struck Brooklyn like a slap, causing her to hurriedly shield her exposed body. A flush of mortification spread across her face.
Her clothing, already ripped apart by Davon, had been further torn by Sebastian. The remnants of her outfit hung precariously around her waist, leaving her upper body bare for all to see.
Fortunately, there were no passersby to witness her humiliation. Otherwise, Brooklyn was certain she would become the talk of the town on Twitter the following day.
Sebastian swiftly removed his coat and draped it around Brooklyn without a second thought. The lengthy garment enveloped her, reaching down to her ankles and emphasizing her small, delicate frame.
A flicker of an unidentifiable emotion crossed Sebastian's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, stern expression. "You may choose to be shameless," he admonished, "but do not bring disgrace upon the Kingsley family."
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